Every individual has a story. One doesn't always see the entire story at first glance. Inside The woman's eyes a small girl is reflected. Is this girl who she used to be herself? Or is this her daughter, her granddaughter, her great granddaughter? This is a metaphor for every individual that always carries with him invisible circles of togetherness, where he came from in the past, all the family tree from which he came – and where he will evolve with all future generations to come out of him, keeping in mind that all details are managed by the One Creator of the Universe